Ember. It means fire. Ember was never safe. Even before she was born she was coverted. Hunted. She's the last of her kind. Once there were many. Once there were four. Four families. One for each element. Air. Water. Earth. Fire. Every other family e...
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"Umbridge has been reading your mail, Harry. Nymeria was intercepted by her." Ember said.
"Umbridge attacked Hedwig?" Harry said, outraged.
"I'm certain of it," said Ember grimly.
"Watch your frog, it's escaping." Hermione told Harry.
Harry pointed his wand at the bullfrog that had been hopping hopefully towards the other side of the table - 'Accio!' - and it zoomed gloomily back into his hand.
Charms was always one of the best lessons in which to enjoy a private chat; there was generally so much movement and activity that the danger of being overheard was very slight. Today, with the room full of croaking bullfrogs and cawing ravens, and with a heavy downpour of rain clattering and pounding against the classroom windows, Harry, Ron, Ember and Hermione's whispered discussion about how Umbridge had nearly caught Sirius went quite unnoticed.
"Ember and I been suspecting this ever since Filch accused you both of ordering Dungbombs, because it seemed such a stupid lie," Hermione whispered. "I mean, once your letter had been read it would have been quite clear you weren't ordering them, so you wouldn't have been in trouble at all - it's a bit of a feeble joke, isn't it? But then I thought, what if somebody just wanted an excuse to read your mail? Well then, it would be a perfect way for Umbridge to manage it - tip off Filch, let him do the dirty work and confiscate the letter, then either find a way of stealing it from him or else demand to see it."
"Filch wouldn't object, when's he ever stuck up for a student's rights? Harry, you're squashing your frog." Ember said.
Harry looked down; he was indeed squeezing his bullfrog so tightly its eyes were popping; he replaced it hastily upon the desk.
'Don't let this man round animals.' Nymeria sassed through the Monday link.
Ember fought laughter.
"It was a very, very close call last night," said Hermione. "I just wonder if Umbridge knows how close it was. Silencio."
The bullfrog on which she was practising her Silencing Charm was struck dumb mid-croak and glared at her reproachfully.
"If she'd caught Snuffles -" Ember trailed off anxiously.
Harry finished the sentence for her.
"- He'd probably be back in Azkaban this morning." He waved his wand without really concentrating; his bullfrog swelled like a green balloon and emitted a high - pitched whistle.
"Silencio!" said Ember hastily, pointing her wand at Harry's frog, which deflated silently before them.
''Well, he mustn't do it again, that's all. I just don't know how we're going to let him know. We can't send him an owl. And he was right about Nymeria not leaving Ember. It's too risky." Hermione said.
